 The pain in my head drove me to my senses, and when I opened my eyes, it was pitch dark. The dead body of the kindly Moisan lay beside me. Just as I realized I was clutching something tightly in my hand, a flashlight stabbed right in my eyes. So, it is you, Mr. Jordan. Get up at once. Well, good hunting, Greco. Who called you? There was no police call. Ali! Take the knife from this man. Knife? The one in your hand, Mr. Jordan. You need not feel surprised.